This Must Be The Place

“Home — is where I want to be,
Pick me up and turn me ’round.”

I woke up at 6:30 am to the sound of a transport truck's rattling engine brakes but to the smell of bacon from the Rolphton Motel's restaurant kitchen. Fair trade off I guess. Over breakfast, it was entertaining to listen to old men banter in the mixed accents of the upper Ottawa Valley, the mumbled Irish lilt and French Canadian staccato. 225 kms from home, not a daunting distance when your own bed is at the end, I told myself before heading off.

At Deep River I got past the last of the steep hills, as the Ottawa Valley opens up towards the Capital. I stopped for a ice cream sundae at the local dairy as it was shaping up to be a hot morning. 30 kilometres later at Petawawa, I let out a sigh of relief as I left the increasingly busy highway for good and turned to the small county back roads that I know well.

Deep River being a nuclear energy research centre, this ice cream  parlour had an Atomic Reactor Sundae

Don't tell anyone I was secretly having beer with my submarine sandwich at the children's playground in Beachburg. No minors were corrupted in the making of this photo.

The sun was going down as I reached Ottawa's outer limits, and I still had 50 kilometres to go. I rode through the last exurbs and suburbs like one big giant countdown in a strange local dialect — Arnprior, Galetta, Kinburn, Carp, Kanata. I entered the Greenbelt under a full moon hanging on a clear sky, with a chorus of crickets singing their late summer song. Into the city, then finally my street and my house.

In the TV series "Once Upon A Time", there's a scene where the Evil Queen lights up a truck's tracks to trace where people had been secretly planting magic beans. If I had the same power, tonight there would be a thin line of my bike's tire tread glowing from my house all the way to the Pacific Coast :)

Hope you have enjoyed reading along with my journey, good night! 

This is  Radio Glenn going off the air and blogging out.

“Home — is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there.
I come home she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place.”